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letra de love between... - sicko! & pluto2jnl

so look bro. if you dont wanna apologize bro, its the end of your life thats all it is

[verse 1: pluto2jnl]
i swear all these n-ggas chattin’ what the f-ck these n-ggas talkin’ bout
run up in yo crib and we gon’ cook you like you waffle house
caught a hater talkin’, had it tell him better watch his mouth
my young n-gga chasin’ blues, you would think that he a crip or sum
yo lil hoe too easy, she get wet when i start grippin’ sum
why you handle disrespect? you must be a b-tch or sum
you playin’ in that field, told my brother send a blitz or sum
all my n-ggas know is countin’ up that money
if she ain’t throwin’ no neck, then i swear she can’t get none from me
it’s a carrot on my neck, she ride my d-ck just like a bunny
better not laugh when i press up, boy, keep your life, ain’t nothin’ funny
ain’t no street n-gga let a n-gga try me, he still shot
how you claimin’ you got bread when you just posted on the block
know they hatin’ on my come up, know i’m everything they not
think the opps hang with lil birdie, how them n-ggas lost they top
b-tch, it’s pluto, i’ma rep the v until i am deceased
baddest b-tch up in atlanta, i’ma take her overseas
she came with you to a party, why she tryna leave with me?
r.i.p. my n-gga bud, tell that n-gga rest in peace
ain’t no rapper n-gga feel like this sh-t really just a hobby
ask how jayvon got his name, he pop a perk and catch a body
and don’t ask me for no money, i was down and you ain’t got me
he got k!lled for thinkin’ life was cod, we sent him to the lobby
[verse 2: sicko!]
(aye, aye, aye, aye)
sent him to the lobby, ain’t no resp-wnin’ in heaven
tryna win a couple trophies with the bros like cr7
b-tches treat me like a prized possession, close my eyes when class is session
sicko wasn’t doin’ no presentin’ in the class
n-gga gave up on the drill, think you givin’ me a pass?
give a f-ck about no n-gga, you could go ahead and crash
f-ck around and find out, swear to god bro that’s your ass
n-ggas scared of me like death, cause i’m not trippin’ if i pass
before i die make sure i pray, so i’m not burnin’ with mike jack
billie jean is not my lover, just a b-tch i wanna smash
wanna join the villain gang? then you gotta make a pact
better keep that sh-t intact, cause if you switch you gettin’ whacked
if you let me borrow money, you ain’t gettin’ that sh-t back
me and my n-ggas kickin’ dope sh-t like r.i.p to mac
rest in peace, villain gang we risin’ to the top, just watch the stocks increase
how you claim you from the streets you ain’t put no one underneath
said you slid down on the block, better show me the receipts
all i wanna see is death the f-ck i look like givin’ peace
only time i flee the scene is if i see the d-mn police
if i’m ever on the run, i shave my head and fly to greece
gotta cop some brand new forces, think i’m startin’ to see a crease
r.i.p to eazy-e, but i’m a real motherf-ckin’ v p-ssy what?

(real m-th-ph-ckkin’ v’s, real m-th-ph-ckkin’ v’s)

- sicko pluto2jnl

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